Luyện nghe bài hát Behind Gates

Say Earl, let's get it crack a latin in bitch
Uh, nigga, nigga, y'know,
(Y'know)
Uh, Ice Cube and E-40 up in this
(Ice and E-40)

For those that don't
We do it like this,we do it like
(Like how?, this)

I say some shit 'fore we start the single
I'm sick of motherfuckers 40 lingo
time I see yo' bitch ass you got a jingle
And you ain't wrote shit, got it from my

whole ego, is evil, negro, fo'rizzo, we go
Get the Desert Eagle, blast on Regal
Your dub, no "California Love," California
From California bloods, and Calfironia

Dip ridin' them little itty bitty ass
In the town like you might see on shoppin'
If I ridin' mustard or mayonnaise zinas [unverified]
And bowed toes, [unverified] low on
Then, I'm bluffin', I'm less nothin', a constipated dude

Constantly fartin', but I'm supposed to be, shittin' on fools
Peep, Ice Cube and E-40 a track together
That's heat, players it don't get no better than pimpin'
That's heat two of the most grizzliest and ass niggaz
To ever the mic
(Touch the mic)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about your

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the hood mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Was to have somethin' pimpin', be about your mail

Now, I talk a different language but I'm not Scottish
Got more in jail, than I do in college
I'm a piece of [unverified] slide through the park
And come back every fifteen in a different car

On the strength of purposes
Smokin'
(Burners)
Finger on my thumper in this habitat
(Thumper)
Never know when you just might have to, put a on flat

Our status, is penthouses, yo' ass, is houses
We got, ten houses, can't even, ours
We go, ours, in about, ten hours
Comin' with that mob ass shit, it's a hit

Broke bitch, turn into a bitch
Every trick bitch wanna be a legit
We got big ol', big gold
We got big ol', big gold, plates
(Who is it?)

Behind gates, heaven or hell, mansion or
Keepin' it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have pimpin', be about your mail

Let me you, broke niggaz can't offend me
Evidently, yo' Bentley musta "rent me"
I see you rollin', stolen, L.A.P.D.
Is just like me, they can't believe what they see

Pull you over, over, nigga, can't be sober
Rollin' this neighborhood fool nice to know ya
Fakin' like you got the bacon, with that tickin' ass
A nigga blast 'til the reflects

My roots grew up tearin' projects, players shootin' pimpin'
Placin' side bets, hair full of naps
Bunch of ruffnecks, the old tracks mayne
Money cars sex, cocaine

White girl, dress, in the dope game
Block cleaners, poppin' out of my Excursion truck
heaters, poppin' at all of my enemies better duck
Even though I'm makin' tapes I'm still

Behind gates, or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two from the hood makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be about mail

gates, heaven or hell, mansion or jail
Keepin it real, two niggaz from the makin' mill's
Behind gates, heaven or hell, or jail
Was destined to have somethin' pimpin', be your mail